Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 4, 2016 13:10:34 GMT -8
Wedge moved in on the battle involving Morgana and her troops. He fought on the Goraian side, refusing to allow himself to become agitated with their insults. He would protect his general, Kazekaza. Secretly, he hoped the girl managed to escape this battle somehow. But as for his general, the attackers would have to go through him, first. His sword clashed with others and against armor, blood splattering his armor as he entered the proverbial meat grinder...
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 4, 2016 13:14:18 GMT -8
The resistance had faltered... No longer did they fight as hard as they did. Their formations crumbled and their counter-attacks withered. The entire facades of buildings had collapsed into the streets now filled with potholes and artillery debris, and pockets of fighters were giving up their weapons. Surrounded, they eventually surrendered, hoping to stop the bombardment of their homes. The district across the river would give in when the majority of the city fell, hopefully without more blood shed.
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 4, 2016 13:17:44 GMT -8
"Oh no!!! NO NO! STOP HER!"
Kazekaza seemed completely distraught, completely psychotic over the fact that the girl had just effortlessly slain one of her attackers and bounded over to a mysterious stranger who seemed to have come out of nowhere. He'd be hard-pressed to defeat any of the Goraian soldiers with a rapier, but the disturbance he caused was enough to throw Kazekaza into a rage. He practically knew already that Lamina was lost. New Brimiarde, however, was due to fall. The citizens who refused to be drafted into their army or resettle elsewhere in Goraia would pay for their insolence.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 4, 2016 13:31:25 GMT -8
Lamina pressed her blade into her attacker, warm blood spattering her hands, wrists, and pink dress as she practically shoved the body aside, leaping towards Destrin. She got behind him and sheathed her mortuary sword, sprinting as fast as possible through potential Goraian interceptions towards the door where Destrin had arrived. She brushed the crown off her head with her left wrist, sending it falling off the platform and into the river, where it'd surely descend beneath the depths of the mighty Ithapur, lost forever. She hoped Destrin followed, and began running down the tunnel.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 13:37:15 GMT -8
Lamina pressed her blade into her attacker, warm blood spattering her hands, wrists, and pink dress as she practically shoved the body aside, leaping towards Destrin. She got behind him and sheathed her mortuary sword, sprinting as fast as possible through potential Goraian interceptions towards the door where Destrin had arrived. She brushed the crown off her head with her left wrist, sending it falling off the platform and into the river, where it'd surely descend beneath the depths of the mighty Ithapur, lost forever. She hoped Destrin followed, and began running down the tunnel. Destrin joined her, locking the door behind him. Yes they'd make it in, but it'd buy them time. He sprinted down a passage. "Quick! I know a way out of the city, let's go!" He sprinted with his rapier out. It was a shame he was not able to procure a better weapon.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 13:43:12 GMT -8
Meanwhile, the countryside was crawling with Goraian patrols. The two Goraian ships would arrive to the sight of multiple fires sending plumes into the sky from the city, completely surrounded by their forces. Soldiers would be already available on the waterfront, complements the spearhead attack force that ran along the bank. Supplies for the control of New Brimiarde had arrived. They would continue their systematic seizure of buildings and blocks, until the rebellion had been silenced forcefully beneath their blades... all those who surrendered would be offered conscription into the army, or amnesty and resettlement.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 14:03:59 GMT -8
As Morgana's target disappears down the tunnel, the shield maiden gestures for her men to fall back. At first, they keep their steel round shields raised as they back up, but once the strikes become less overwhelming they turn tail down an alley in unison.
"Quickly! Get to the manor! We can link up with the champion there!" she calls. Luckily, the Greyspear manor is only a block and a half away, and assuming the alleys her warriors had cleared before have stayed cleared, and the bulk of the troops are swarming to the other side of the river, resistance should be manageable.
Assuming they arrive at the house unmolested, Morgana will lead her troops into a back entrance and shift through the house as quietly as possible in their laminar armour. If the house is unoccupied, it'll be a simple matter to get to the cellar and pull the cheapest bottle of wine from the wall, triggering a catch mechanism that opens the wall into a connecting tunnel. "Come, let's go find our girl," she murmurs to her men, pulling the wall shut behind them.
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Reynald Armand
Established
Order of the Blue Star Riders, Commander
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 31
Physical Description: Buff, grizzled and with matted brown hair. The commander is often seen in public in his armor, or after training sessions.
Clothes and Equipment: Expertly crafted armor of an odd blue metal, the end of a deep blue cape flowing beneath a magnificent kite shield.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Jun 11, 2015 19:56:27 GMT -8
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Post by Reynald Armand on Mar 4, 2016 14:08:11 GMT -8
The lines cracked and faltered and the city was overrun. If it weren't for the artillery, they could have held their own. Nobody seemed to know what happened to Reynald that day.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 14:12:47 GMT -8
"Come on!" Destrin would bring Lamina far underground. They'd meet with Morgana beneath the streets of New Brimiarde, and he would lead them down a tunnel that led out of the city, far out, emerging somewhere in a farmhouse in the countryside. There was no time for words yet. A few other revolutionaries and citizens managed to find the subterranean path, and several were with them in their escape.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 4, 2016 14:21:37 GMT -8
Lamina runs along with him, panting, her mind still a bit dazed and confused from the slave crown she wore up until a few moments ago. She meets up with Morgana and her party, unsure of who she was, and without a word kept close to Destrin.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 14:27:44 GMT -8
Their path out of the city existed, for certain. Yet it was not flawless. It'd lead out into the countryside, to a little farmhouse that was already surrounded by Goraian troops. The countryside had been crawling with their patrols from the beginning, and while there weren't as many of them, they faced a fight just getting out of the countryside. It was unlikely all would escape unscathed, though to escape at all meant breaking away through a wide open field, where being fortunate enough to not be struck by crossbows could result in a disappearance into the Misty Woods.
Ralf, however, would be lost in total chaos, his words unheeded for the time being.
(We will offer a choice--we roleplay this scene in detail, or we agree that some of Morgana's kinsmen die.)
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 14:39:38 GMT -8
Morgana inclines her head respectfully toward Lamina and Destrin, before beckoning for her soldiers to follow the group, the tunnels silent but for the occasional rumble of boots overhead and the sound of feet clattering against stone echoing off the walls. It's a stiff, deathly silence, full of tension.
When they emerge into the farmhouse, Morgana gestures for them to get down. She hears the Goraian troops milling about and conversing outside. She counts the number of distinct voices and footsteps she hears, using her magic sight to look for any surrounding magical auras. "There aren't many," she hisses aside to the group, "we should be able to take them by surprise."
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
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Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 4, 2016 15:12:15 GMT -8
Freyja disengages from the enemy dragon before flying out into the countryside. Those balls of pure mana follow behind her, and descend into the siege weapons as she passes by to prevent their attacking her. She releases her moon beam back at the Goraian forces, hopefully scattering them before they can get a bead on her wings. Then, she ascends, aiming to get beyond the clouds and retreat to the Moonlight Caverns. This battle may have been lost, but at least the Lady of the Moon was able to prevent heavier casualties than needed.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 18:21:23 GMT -8
Outside the front door are three shielded swordsmen, all having a discussion. There were two windows to the house, and each was guarded by a soldier who bore sword and shield. Further outside the structure was a larger group of troops.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 4, 2016 18:37:33 GMT -8
( Goraia) Vald had surrendered himself to the Goraians, but he was ignored by them and was not taken to a commander as he had asked. "Hrah!" Vald used his overwhelming strength to throw the Goraians off of him, shoving them forward to their comrades. He would then grab his waraxe, turn, and flee down an alleyway, finding a route away from... Well, everybody. He performed a zig-zagged route so as to make sure the Goraians were off of him... But perhaps they'd follow him. There! There seemed to be a passageway where some citizens and rebels fled too. "Better in there than out here," Vald said to himself, hurrying over to the passage. In the subterranean level he ran, with some others, not entirely sure of what he was doing. The rebels didn't mind him, but he looked at them with caution. The passage seemed to lead o a farmhouse. Some went up, some stayed down in the tunnel. Inside the farmhouse is Morgana Greyspear , Lamina Manira , Destrin Ray . "Oi, comrades," he introduces himself. "My name is Vald... Not that it matters." Morgana realizes not many guards are present and believes the group can handle them. "( Morgana Greyspear) Lady, let me lend you my axe," Vald offers. "If nothing else I can provide a distraction for you."
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 4, 2016 18:42:42 GMT -8
Vald was spotted running full speed, and this caught Wedge's eye. Having a bad feeling, and with almost all of the city overrun by Goraian forces, he followed. He would be led to a mansion, and ten other troopers followed him. At full speed her pursued, so as not to lose sight of him. Yet once underground there were some other passages, twists, and turns. "You go that way! I'll go this way!" Wedge ended up taking the right path, with two other troops. The rest of them branched down other passages. Wedge and his two comrades would end up at the farmhouse eventually, arriving up the stairs behind Vald.
Some refugees were probably trapped up ahead, he thought.
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Warden Sherwood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 39
Physical Description: Toned, grizzled, been on the road too long.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly furs, scrap armor, different things he can find.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 21:19:22 GMT -8
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Post by Warden Sherwood on Mar 4, 2016 18:47:23 GMT -8
Employed as a mercenary, Warden Sherwood arrived as well. He had been stationed to some insignificant little post out in the countryside, and was walking to the farmhouse when secretly, the cellar door to the tunnel opened and people clambered into the homestead. For the time being, Warden and the Goraians outside were not aware of anyone in the home, but the slightest noise would alert them.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 4, 2016 18:54:04 GMT -8
Lamina climbed up the rickety cellar stairs that led from the dark, subterranean tunnel to the interior of the tiny farmstead. She kept low, and moved as quietly as possible. She thought she could hear her heartbeat. This was one of the first times in her life that she had truly felt this scared..
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 20:22:40 GMT -8
"Up here. Quiet!" He whispered urgently. "I think they're out there..."
He opened the hatch. It creaked very quietly, but not loud enough to alert the guards outside. Slowly, he entered the home, keeping down so as not to cast a shadow or show himself through a window.
"Well this is great..."
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 21:48:54 GMT -8
(Moved to Share cropper Farms)
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